Malevolent’s Masterlist 💛:

Fish bowl

First meeting

First night

Perfect hunter

Yummy lunch

Embroidery musings masterlist✨(Tw: blood, gore, unpleasant image, may be interpreted as self-destructive behaviour):

1. Daisy fantasy

2. Cranberry forest

3. Sunny dreams

Of fish and beasts

Sea waters licked the soft sand weakly, almost as if they were tired after the storm. A thin trail of moonlight trembled on the water, and only to the most watchful of all that moonlight dance could remind of a way the tears glisten in the eyes of a mother hunched over her dying child. The waves whisper. Their words are too faint to be heard, but these are words still; words of grief, words of regret.

Two figures were standing on the shore, silent.

“The storm has died out,” one of them, a young man with fiery red hair and equally fiery eyes, which sparkled green in the dark, much like the eyes of a wild animal, finally broke the silence. He turned his head away from the water to look at the other person, waiting for an answer. His companion didn’t move her for a while, as if mesmerized by the sight of the water. The moonlight silvered her withered face, changed by merciless time, highlighting the cobwebs of tiny wrinkles, and dancing in her old, wise eyes.

“The sea mourns the loss of its child. So do other mermaids. I can hear their crying in the waves,” the old woman said in a sedate voice, calm and ancient as the mountains. She turned to the redhead, “It would not mourn her for long, though. Tonight the princess will come back to life, as a human child, destined for the great fate the Order had prepared for her.”

The young man glanced at the sea again and snorted, “What’s so special about that silly mermaid? She is not the first one to die because of her silly love, and is definitely not the last,” he kicked the sand with his boot and looked back at the witch, “Why did your precious Order choose her out of all? And what for? ‘For the great fate’… You old witches are just gonna turn that little fish into your very own sacrificial lamb, aren’t you? I heard about the Beas—”

“Careful with your words, fox, or else I’ll throw you back to hunters,” the witch hissed quietly, “You aren’t the one to judge the Order. Nonetheless, I can assure you, the girl is going to be safe. This time, her love is destined to heal, not eat her alive.”

The pair fell silent once again. Unmoving. Listening carefully to the sound of waves.

The old woman eventually broke out of her stupor, sniffing the midnight air. The big chubby moon has already creeped up the clear sky and was now shinning down even brighter with its silverish-white light.

“The time has come,” the witch nodded at the moon. She took a clean cloth from under her cloak, held it in her crooked hands and then crouched next to the water, whispering something under her breath. When she stood up, she was holding a sleeping baby swaddled in the cloth. Even in moonlight the baby’s calm face was as beautiful and fresh as the morning rose, with her pink cheeks, little nose and pretty lips.